As it is for most, our journey to happiness and fulfillment has been a slow and conscious evolution. We grew up on the East Coast in a competitive environment that demanded “polite perfection,” with expectations of achievement that weighed heavily on us from a young age. Eager to satisfy our creative spirits, we both made our way to California in our early 20s to work in the film industry— Mary in front of the camera and Lucy behind it.

Escaping from the frosty Northeast to California wasn’t enough to help us find happiness. Feeling unfulfilled, paralyzed by anxiety and powerless, we both longed for self-actualization—seeking happiness and freedom from painful disappointments in our past. We started with traditional talk therapy, but soon began exploring different modalities, opening ourselves to new methods of healing.

As sisters we’ve always had each other; we push each other, support each other, hold each other accountable, and celebrate together. But we realize that not everyone has a sister to rely on. Our business, Firestone Sisters Inc. and our fragrance line, Wild Precious Life are catalysts to help you find, live and spread your happiness.

We’ve learned that living our lives for ourselves is peace, harmony and freedom. We’ve learned to stop apologizing and worrying about what other people think. We’ve learned resilience.

Finding and nurturing your happiness is your birthright. So go, and live your one Wild Precious Life.

With love, peace, and warmth,

We’ve created a destination for sharing inspiration, ideas and authentic experiences to catalyze feeling your best on every level: physically, emotionally and spiritually. Firestone sisters is a lifestyle– from green juice, self-discovery and energy healing to wine, travel, fun and beauty. Living joyfully is selfless as it’s infectious.

LIVE YOUR ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFE.

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?